24/01/2026
Two Swans
Beneath peach clouds where spring’s pale waters gleam,
Two white hearts drift within one mirrored stream.
Wing answers wing, though neither dares to speak,
Ripples confess what tender eyes still seek.
Petals fall soft, like vows the breeze once knew,
Time slows its step where paired shadows move.
If dawn must fade and evening steal the light,
This shared reflection makes all parting slight.
